Taking a walk today, I suddenly came across a stream. In the stream was one single piece of litter. For whatever reason, that piece of litter made me think of my own life, of all people--we were created to be perfect, to be beautiful. But something went wrong. Our lives are full of litter: litter that we put there, litter that we're too lazy to pick up, litter that we put there even though we know we shouldn't, litter that we don't even realize we're putting there, litter leftover from other people's influence on us. Only God can help us clean up our personal landscape, the one that we cannot help but destroy because of our fallen nature.
Lord, please help me to clean up the litter in my own soul this week.
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